The fluff !
Bruce ended up putting both Tony and Peter in the same shared hospital room, it was large enough for the two beds and all the equipment for both of them. Tony had sustained a gash on the back of his head when he had fallen back, and several lacerations from where he basically slid across glass to catch a falling Peter.
Peter on the other hand had to have 27 stitches in his left arm, the glass shard had been buried deep and barley missed the radial artery that would have ended his life had he cut through it. He had to have a blood transfusion, his hand, which hadn't fully healed from the ferry accident, was once more broken and shattered, it would never work the way it did before at this point. Bruce and the other doctors did their best to salvage the damage.
It had been a long night, at one point Peter flat lined, it was as soon as they got the two back into the med bay and hooked up.
Peter was a glass wall over from Tony at first, as he needed stitches immediately, Bruce had just hooked up the blood transfusion but not before Peter paled considerably more and took a final weakened breath.
Bruce cursed, "Oh no you don't kid, I gatcha, you better stay with me!"
It hadn't lasted long but it had felt like an eternity to Bruce, with two shocks Peter was back once more.
Bruce thanked God Tony was not awake for that- little did he know Tony had passed out once more as he had gained consciousness just in time to see Peters heart rate flatten. His eyes rolled back as his brain exploded with pain and anguish. He had lost the kid.
The next day and a half the two stayed asleep, both mentally and physically exhausted.
Peter was somehow the one to wake first, "What-..."
'I didn't do it? I could have sworn I fell..no...I will never get a chance and- and the kid that died and Mr. Stark seeing me like that- nonono-'
Bruce immediately picked up on the increased heart rate. "Hey, you're ok, you're ok, calm down Peter-"
"I..know i'm ok- please let me go, please...I killed that person! You cant let me live please I-I did something awful! I want out!" Peter fought against the life sustaining cords and stitches that bound his arm together, IVs painfully pulled from his skin, heat monitor stickers came undone- until a strong voice roared."
"Peter Parker, for the love of God lay down and let us explain what happened."
Peter stopped immediately, his eyes became focused, his fogged up brain registered embarrassment as he looked around the room and saw nurses carefully move closer to subdue him, Bruce in the front of the pack. In the background- on another bed, Tony was sitting up, his hair a mess, he looked so worried and hurt- his voice immediately calmed Peter and he stopped fighting as the nurses hooked him back up- and strapped him down. "What..."
Bruce sighed apologetically, "I'm sorry, but for right now the doctors all agreed that this was a necessary precaution for the situation as of right now- its temporary, promise. Just let us help...ok?"
Peter sat back in tears, "You all cant help me anymore! You cant bring that dead teenager back, you cant fix the ferry and I...I cant even fix my head so there is no poin-"
"Yes there is. Dammit Peter, yes there is!" It was Tony's turn to get irrational, the slight buzz from the painkillers and pull of stitches had his own little manic state acting up.
Bruce inwardly screamed at his patients, not one fucking break? Seriously? He had been up since everything happened and the first thing he gets is little psychotic meltdowns. Despite his unspoken rage Bruce calmed the Hulk inside of him and gently started walking towards Tony now, "Tony..."
He found himself holding an irrationally angry/passionate Tony Stark back as the deranged drugged up billionaire closed in on Peters bed.
"I love you Peter! You little shit! Why do you think I worry? You think I enjoy testing the limits of this reactor? Because I'm pretty sure I could find more experimental ways! I worry because I care- you...you're like the kid i've never had and I want to keep you safe. Ever since I saw how you fight and what you told me you fight for. Ever since we met and- just-"
Bruce knew Tony was out of it as tears came down his face, " Tony. Please make this easy on me and lay back down."
"No! This is my med bay and I will lay down when I'm done convincing this fucking kid that he worth something! You didn't sit there and kill the teenager in that accident Peter! He fell! Because of the weapons that cut the ferry in half from the criminals you were trying to stop! They were going to probably kill a lot more that day with those weapons! I know...I know its shitty, losing one person while you are trying to save thousands- but that's...that's what comes with the job! So don't you dare kill yourself! If anything you have to live for that teenager now! Avenge his life, live for him! Live for me dammit! Live for everyone until we can convince you to live for yourself!"
Tony forced his arc reactor out of his chest and held it towards Peter, the billionaire was now breathless and semi- dying at this point, he did have a pretty bad concussion after all, not to mention two stitches he just so happened to reopen in his ranting- and you know, his arc reactor being ripped out. And as Hulk took over for Bruce partially and helped give him the strength to also strap a fighting Tony down, Tony chucked his heart to Peter who caught it in horror at a deranged Tony Stark- "Hold on to that! You're not allowed to die! You never were! We are going to get you better and turn you into an avenger and you will be the best! You just need someone to care...and I want to be that person."
Bruce gently took the reactor from Peter and forcefully stuck it back into the gaping hole in Stark's chest, "dumbass." Bruce caught himself before Hulk spoke anymore, "sorry that was- you know what? I agree with him on this one. Now. Im going to get some medical equipment to restitch your wound and clean both of your stitches. Can you guys stay still for like five minutes? I have a large nurse outside of this door so you have no choice, ill be RIGHT back."
The silence left in the room was deafening as Bruce left, all that was heard was the beeping of machines.
"...Did you mean all that Mr. Stark?"
Tony looked over as best as he could from his strapped down position, "I chucked my heart at you- that generally means someone is pretty serious."
Peter smiled a bit, it was a broken up smile, one that had been shattered one too many times and yet-it comforted Tony all the same.
"You are going to be ok Peter Parker."
I would like to end the story here and not get into the mundane process of the hows and whys of therapy, medication and recovery- I mostly love writing angsty, hurt/comfort things but if you guys think i should continue (or- start another story) let me know! Ive got alot more story ideas.